Country love - The last heat of late summer is buzzing, the air is drenched in the somewhat dusty scent of freshly brought straw bales, the hay is lying outside, the honeycombs are filled to the brim and ready to be harvested, harvest time is canning time, a beguiling smell of quince jelly and orange jam, orange zest also flows through the house, everything is in a warm, golden light. You can also taste what you smell directly, a smooth warmth on the palate, butter caramel, like every magic potion here with a tart touch, a subliminal freshness, here from the orange zest and the bitter orange, which is still ripening in the greenhouse. Thanksgiving, thanks Earth.